Dr. Osmond Nilus lounged behind his desk, his natural orange hair draped over his right eye. The walls and ceiling of his office were littered with awards and prizes, there was a red carpet on the floor over his left eye. He wore a pristine white lab coat, which while looking good, was no illusion to the fact that he had spent the past week in numerous bars all across the globe, as evident by the fact that he reeked of Alcohol. To his left was his apprentice. Dr. Budweiser, a man, who was certainly far younger than the doctor.
His hair was brown and curly and appeared to wriggle and writhe on occasion as if it were sentient, which it was. He had teal colored eyes that appeared a different color depending on the sunlight and where he stood, along with a necklace with a gold coin.Dr. Budweiser glared at his master with a look of both intrigue and boredom. The walls and ceiling of the office were cluttered with various medals and certificates. Dr. Osmond glanced at his watch. The moment he saw the time he glanced over to Budweiser and smiled devilishly.
“Welp enough time has passed, you should be perfect for another summon,” Dr. Osmond said happily. With a sigh, Dr. Budweiser got out of his chair and walked over to the middle of the room. He let out a deep sigh before raising his left hand to the ground. His eyes focused intently on the ground as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Eventually, the air around him began to crackle and the metal floor began to shudder and quake as if was buckling under its mass. And then, with a hearty howl, Dr. Budweiser summoned his first demon, and spontaneously, the creature came into existence right before the young doctor’s eyes. It was certainly the odd creature, to say the least.
It appeared like an octopus that was forcefully bent into the shape of a man. The head was a bunch of tentacles neatly stuck together and swaying over to the right, kind of like a closed flower. Ice appeared to snake over the creature’s neck and head, perhaps to add as protection. Seeing his newly summoned demon, filled the doctor with unparalleled senses of joy and success. Unfortunately, he was so full of his emotions, that he did not notice that one of its tentacles was slithering towards him. Dr. Olsmond however, did notice. And before his assistant or the demon could do anything, he withdrew his Smith and Wesson out of its holster and fired two shots at the demon’s face. The first bullet almost sunk into the creature’s flesh but was blocked by the ice and only disoriented the beast. The second bullet, however, collided with the butt of the first one, sending both bullets through the ice and into the creature's head, whereupon they spontaneously combusted to add even more damage, causing the head of the creature to explode in a Gorey diadem. Tentacles wetly smacked against the walls and fell to the ground, leaving a trail of black blood, which smelled just a bit too much like lemon for the doctor to take joy in his kill
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With a deafening gurgle, the creature fell against the glass wall at the end of the room, stopping briefly on it before crashing through, covering the linoleum flooring of the hallway with bloody shards of glass. The corpse of the demon appeared to swiftly balloon to almost twice it's natural height, cracking the ceiling and most definitely breaking the flooring. Then, just when it looked like it was about to burst, the creature shrank out of existence, with a sound akin to water flushing down the toilet. Dr. Budweiser slowly got out from under his chair, that he teleported underneath in a flash of light like a strobe, the moment he heard the first gunshot.
"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME WAS THAT FOR!" Budweiser exploded, "I could've been killed!" he said, lowering his voice but still exclaiming. Nilus didn't reply and was far too busy looking at the damage of the room to listen to what his apprentice had to say, pure horror on his face. "My office..." He trailed off, walking over to a wooden shelf and pulling out a mop and some paper towels. "Are you even listening to what me?!" Budweiser asked. "Not really, no" Nilus replied, handing the mop and towels to his friend. Budweiser looked at Nilus with an expression of outright confusion. "You genuinely think I'm going to clean this room for you?" "No, I know you will" Nilus, said, smiling devilishly, "If you teleport home, I'll follow you, beat you an inch away from death with my trusty wooden spoon, and portal you back here to clean my room." "Your childish" Budweiser grumbled, taking the mop and towels from Nilus. Nilus blew a raspberry in his apprentice's face.